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“Would you, Lady Vhalla Yarl, like to someday be the Empress Vhalla Solaris?”
“You wished for time,” Aldrik explained. “I heard each utterance when you beseeched time to stop, for mornings not to come. I want you to know I shared your every sentiment. I wanted to give you the promise of my minutes, my hours, my days.” His long fingers curled around hers, around the watch. “My future is yours, Vhalla Yarl.”
You made yourself into something more than that when I realized that somehow you were willing to tolerate the supreme ass that I am.”
“Have I ever needed an order to be near you?”
“You built this.” She cut him off, and he blinked at her in surprise. “Us, you built us.” Vhalla showed him the watch he’d given her as proof. “And it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever known.”
“I love you, my lady, my future wife,” he whispered. Aldrik’s fingers shifted around hers, running over the watch at her neck. “I love you,” she replied. Nothing had ever been truer. “My future husband.”
“You were not born to be their leader, you were chosen. And that has far greater weight.”
Bound, Joined, madly in love, there was no longer any boundaries that could limit them. They were a single force of nature.
Their lives had been bought with the blood that now stained the earth red, the blood of the unlucky.
People didn’t change when asked by others, no matter how important the asker was. True change had to come entirely from within.
He’d never know unless someone had the strength to stand up and show him.
“Then I met someone new. I met someone curious, charming, strong, magical. I watched her persevere when the world had written her off—and I thought that if she could do that, I could keep waking up each morning and summon the strength to get out of bed.”
And by the time the crown prince learned of the Windwalker’s whirlwind departure, Vhalla Yarl was too far to hear his screams of anguish.
